Lu Feng pushed open the door and stepped into his room, the warmth of alcohol still lingering in him
Last night, tasting the forbidden fruit with Zhu Zhuqing for the first time earned Lu Feng 3,000 energy points.
It was a bonus reward, but even without it, he'd have been content.
Because the truth was, he genuinely liked Zhu Zhuqing. No, it was more than that, he ached for her. A protective instinct rose in him almost instinctively. She had suffered so much: neglectful parents, a cruel sister, a fiancé who was nothing more than a womanizing scoundrel. And yet, despite it all, she remained strong, independent, and fiercely determined to grow stronger. Her spirit was unbroken.
But in the original story, she had no choice but to submit in the end to return to Dai Mubai, the man who had once abandoned her. She couldn't defy the royal engagement binding her; her strength wasn't enough to break free from that shackle.
That was why Lu Feng had always treated her with respect.
If she refused, he would never force her. And he would never deceive her, never manipulate her emotions.
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't like Xu Ruyun, she didn't need to scheme, didn't need to flaunt her charms or deliberately use her body to tempt him.
With her perfect, explosive figure, her cold yet breathtaking beauty, and her unique, untouchable aura, she didn't even have to speak. Just standing there, a single glance, a faint smile—it was enough to captivate.
Still, Lu Feng had already decided: if she ever entrusted herself to him, especially for the first time, he would be as gentle as possible, like spring rain nourishing the earth.
But who would've thought?
Zhu Zhuqing surprised him, erupting like a volcano, wild, untamed, blazing with heat and endless energy, flipping the script like a storm.
Yeah, she had him pinned down.
Lu Feng was caught off guard but loved every second, feeling deeply satisfied.
It was an indescribable thrill.
In the second half, he took the lead.
Knowing Zhu Zhuqing craved the intensity of a storm, he matched her vibe.
He cranked it up to full throttle, pushing until she was begging for mercy.
Tonight, Zhu Zhuqing had slipped into his room early again, ready for more.
Perfect.
After being driven wild by his thirteenth aunt's teasing, he was ready.
Whether Zhu Zhuqing was warming his bed or playing hide-and-seek, he was game.
If she wanted to play, he'd play hard.
He wasn't about to complain.
Since you want to play, I'll play along.
Lu Feng deliberately avoided the bed at first, settling onto the sofa instead. He poured himself a cup of tea, sipping leisurely as he mused aloud:
"Man, I drank way too much tonight. It's got me all worked up. I can't stop thinking about Zhuqing's smoking hot body."
"Is she asleep already? I'm dying to sneak into her room right now. Should we kick things off with the Lotus Position or go straight for the Cowboy?"
"Or maybe… try some new moves?"
As he spoke, he caught the faintest tremor in the blanket's silhouette.
Biting back a laugh, he continued, "But she's probably resting by now."
"Ah, forget it her health comes first. I'll let her rest and hold off tonight. Tomorrow morning, though… I'll swing by for 'breakfast.'"
With that, Lu Feng stripped down, slipped under the quilt, and wrapped his arms around the curvy figure hiding inside.
"Mmph…" Zhu Zhuyun froze as he hugged her, panic surging, but she didn't dare make a sound and blow her cover.
Lu Feng played dumb, gasping: "Whoa, my little vixen, what're you doing hiding in my quilt?"
"You nearly gave me a heart attack! Getting naughty, huh? Let's see how your man deals with you."
Zhu Zhuyun's mind was a mess, unsure what to do, like her brain had short-circuited. She could only muffle the soft moans slipping from her throat, squirming and struggling, her hands trying to fend off his roaming touch.
She hesitated, but Lu Feng didn't.
"Resisting, are we? The more you struggle, the more fun this gets."
Was she switching things up tonight, going from fierce and wild to shy and teasing?
Hiding in the quilt, staying silent on purpose.
Craving a different kind of thrill?
Interesting.
Fine, he'd match her energy.
Pickup Artist Rule no. 4: A real man knows how to play along with a woman's games.
Chasing girls isn't just about winning them over. Keeping a girl hooked and the spark alive for the long haul—that's the real game.
In his past life, Lu Feng had binged pickup artist tips online, especially the Pickup Artist Manual, and it had paid off big time.
"Get ready, 'cause your man's bringing the heat tonight. Brace yourself for your husband's… wrath."
Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing, fresh off their first intimate night and newly engaged, were in the thick of their honeymoon phase. No playful act or flirty line was too much.
"Root Entanglement!"
Blue-gold tendrils shot from his palms, coiling around the beauty's limbs in an instant, rendering her struggles useless. Of course, he didn't tighten them too much and made sure to keep the poisonous thorns retracted.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes widened in shock. Had he noticed something was wrong? Was that why he'd used his soul skill?
The moment those familiar vines wrapped around her, a strange sense of déjà vu hit her. It wasn't exactly fear... more like unease.
Last time, though she hadn't been hurt, the experience had left her feeling humiliated, frustrated—wronged.
Yet afterward, whenever she recalled it, an odd, complicated sensation would stir in her chest, something she couldn't quite name.
Now, trembling slightly, she found herself torn.
Logically, she should refuse. Should fight back with everything she had.
But some quiet, traitorous part of her didn't want this moment to end.
Her sleek, toned limbs, slender yet shapely legs, and full curves…
In the dimness, Lu Feng sensed something slightly off.
Did she feel… a bit bigger?
Zhu Zhuqing was still young, with room to grow, so a little change made sense.
Slightly buzzed from the wine, Lu Feng didn't dwell on it.
Bigger wasn't a bad thing, after all.
Plus, he'd been holding back for too long—his body was practically screaming for release.
Following what he thought were "Zhu Zhuqing's" desires, Lu Feng dove into the heat of the moment, starting a fiery tangle beneath the warm quilt.
....
Outside the window, wind and rain twisted together, muffling many sounds.
The storm battered the earth, tearing at delicate flowers, their vibrant petals drifting down one by one. As the saying goes, fallen petals aren't heartless, they become spring mud, nurturing the flowers even more.
Inside the house, a storm just as fierce was raging.
While the temperature outside plummeted, the heat inside only climbed higher.